I exhume half-buried plastic bones from the backyard. Dirty, jigsawed pieces of a carelessly broken relationship. I hold the corpse of porcelain doll and grieve quietly beneath a willow tree. The euphoria comes before long, and it feels the same as it always did. I spend the next weeks desperately trying to breathe new life into a fatally cracked vessel.
12:11 p.m. - 2017-10-16
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